*Mary Cupri*

I always would open the Red Flowers

would open all the red flowers,
tomurcuktu roses.
The smell of cloves penbe
figured from afar.
green everywhere,
dinlendiriciydi chants of water.
The days are not enough, .. I would always borrow,
Another nice night.
Under the rainbow overhead,
snowdrops in love roses.
chirping of birds,
love the tunes to remind

~ Sweet pic